Big Stupid Tommy

An online journal from perhaps the biggest, stupidest Tommy on all the internet.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Minor Work Complaints

Highly Localized Gripes, related solely to the job:

Why the fuck are you people still writing checks? It's 2012. Be a grownup. Get a goddamn debit card. I'll even wait patiently while you write the amount of the debit in a ledger. I'm just tired of getting called up to the front of the store to unjam one of the check readers that has eaten a check because Jimmy Joe McJimmyJoe is living in the year 1983 and writing a check for his suitcase of Busch Light.

Stop cashing your paycheck at the grocery story. Seriously. Get Direct Deposit, and stop bringing your paycheck that is more than mine to cash at the grocery store. And don't hassle my dumb ass for needing seventeen pieces of information to get your check to go through our Texas Instruments circa 1983 level computer system.

Get this Loyalty Card thing through your head, because it's been around 20+ years, and isn't going away. Have it ready when you check out. Either on your keyring, or in your billfold. Don't make me make you search for it. If we say "there's no storecard" then it's the truth. Our company doesn't want us using them. They want your vital infomation.

Yes, they are tracking your purchases. Mainly for purposes of smarter orders. You're not so important that they're peeping through the cracks in your bathroom door to watch you take a shit. They're just watching what you (and other shoppers) buy to make decisions toward what they'll put on sale to maximize profits across the board.

They aren't watching you poop, but somebody looked through the crack in the door in the bathroom stall while I was taking a shit at work. It was a kid. Poor kid.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Schleptember

More like Schleptember 21.

With all the crap and bullshit and reality fuckola on the televisionulation machine, how is it that I'm busting my ass for 60 hours a week at a grocery store?

We've lost one manager on duty to a transfer closer to her home. Her replacement backed out almost literally at the last minute. Got a better offer. Looking at going into the busy season missing a manager. Crap. Hard not to feel hosed, if you want the truth. But life goes on. People will do as they will.

We'll find somebody. In the meantime, it looks like another run of 6-day weeks. Which make me an unpleasant cuss.

Still, it's not all bad. Got myself my Ronald Reagan CD today.

Ronald Reagan CD?

You know them?

Them?!?!?!!

I like many exclamation points but only a couple or three question marks, just so you know I'm being loud on a Friday, and not sitting at the house watching a football game that I don't give the first shit about and blogging for the first time in many, many moons....

Anyway, Shyam and I wandered down to Atlanta last week. She took me to the Variety Playhouse to catch an Amanda Palmer show. Ronald Reagan (Boston's Premiere 80's Pop Saxophone Duo) played a bit, as well as acting as backup horns for Ms. Palmer and the band....

I dug them.

This video was taken earlier in the week on the same concert tour.

I really dug the whole show. Found some cool new writing music I'll be writing to from Jherek Bischoff. And Amanda Palmer's set rocked. Best concert I've been to in a while.

May I just say that Shyam's the best girlfriend ever, for letting me sit in the balcony to see the show?

Eh. She was already the best girlfriend.

But I digress.

Not sure how it got to be this late in September, but it did. Passage of time is funny out this way....

Monday, September 10, 2012

11 years...

11 years have passed.

I always post this video. Dave's always been the closest to my own mentality, at least in how he views the world. I appreciate his response to this event, which eleven years after the fact, still doesn't make any god damn sense. I appreciate the honesty. And I appreciate the optimism.